Little Johnny and his family were out singing Christmas Carol's one Christmas Eve. They were stopping at every house on the block, but when they got to Old Man Roffy's house, his parents quickly passed it by and began to walk to the next house.
“Mommy,” asked little Jimmy, “why didn't we stop at Old Man Roffy's house to sing him a Christmas carols?” “Oh Jommy,” explained his mother, :”Old Man Roffy is very sick.” “But mommy” he said in him high-pitched, extremely squeaky voice “I thought Obama Care was supposed to take care of all the sick people?” he said. “Actually, “ said his momther, “no. Old Man Roffy Had great health insurance, but Obama Care made it so he couldn't choice the plan he wanted. So he got very sick.” “Oh no!” said Little JOhn.
Later that night, Little Jummy coudlnt sleep, because he couldn't believe his ear's. He put on his coat, and his mittens, and snuck out of the house. He marched right on over to Old Man Roffy's. The light was still on in the window. “He must still be awake because he's so sick.” Little Jiffy whispered with his mouth. He walked up to the door and was about to knock, but he noticed that is was open. “It's open.” he stated factually.
He walked inside and found Old Man Roffy was nowhere to be found. The TV was on, and the sink was on. “Where is he?”
The boy opened Old Man Roffy's refrigerator. There was nothing in side it but food and beverages. “Where could he be?” Little Junther shouted into the fridge with authority. Then, He heard, an angel in the yard
“Come to me” called the angel. He hadn't been paying attention to time while he was looking around in the fridge, but it was actually now Christmas. He walked out the the beatiful angel in the yard. “Are you looking for Old Man Roffy, little one? Because you aren't going to find him here. He is not here. Look all you want though, for ye will never find. Him.” “Where's he?” asked the perplexed, young boy. “I'm going to take a look around for him” he told the angel, “Wait” the angel said “I'll give you a hint: He's not here.”
“Oh.” said the boy, who now understood. The angel was acutally Jesus, and Old Man Roffy had turned into Jesus. “I turned into a Jesus because I died. For it says in the Bible, “He is also truthful in revealing himself because he sent Jesus "to bear witness to the truth" (Jn 18:37)”
That day the boy beared witness to the truth. He finally was able to sing the Christmas carol to Old Man Roffy, and it was the most beautiful thing I ever heard. That's right. It was me this whole time. Let this serve as a message to be kind to everyone you meet, for they may be someone different than you think they are.
Submitted December 15, 2014 at 08:12PM by Andyk123 http://ift.tt/1BJyQyV forwardsfromgrandma
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